Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
O God, the other one!

The stray ships passing spied a face
Upon the waters borne,
With eyes in death still begging raised,
And hands beseeching thrown.

1. Going
2. Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not
3. Who Robbed the Woods
4. If Anybody's Friend Be Dead
5. A Country Burial

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